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E G / G G# F F#
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D: |-2-|-0-|-5-|-6-|-3-|-4-|
A: |-2-|-2-|-5-|-6-|-3-|-4-|
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E G E
I don't know what you heard about me
E G E F
But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me
F G# F G
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
F G# G F# F E
That I'm a motherfuckin' P - I - M - P
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D: |-----------------|-------------------|
A: |-----------------|-------------------|
E: |-----------------|-------------------|
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B: |-----------------4-|---------------------|
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Now shorty, she in the club, she dancin' for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce & Gabbana
She's feeding fools fantasies, they pay her cause they want her
I spit a little G man and my game got her
A hour later have that ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggaz in they ear sayin' they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar tryin' to get a drink up out her
She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, she like me cause I'm from New York
I ain't that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head
I'm that nigga tryin' to holla cause I want some bread
I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
Bitch hit the track, catch a date, and come pay the kid
Look baby, this is simple you can't see
You fuckin' with me you fuckin' with a P-I-M-P